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A HOUSEHOLD LESSON : 
Affectionately Dedicated to the 
of tiie World. 
mothers 
BY BBV. PHILIP J. BULL. 
OH, dear t that careless, wicked child 1 
In mischief new I tlncl him; 
He’s up the stairs, like one run wild, 
With track of mud behind him. 
And, us he's thos Irout duy to day. 
At something or another, 
I feel, whenever he’s away, 
it brings relief to mother. 
I know a homo the street across, 
Where dwelt a child and mother, 
A husband’s and a father's loss 
Had loft to one another: 
I heard the Church -boll toll to-day— 
Mother and child are parted; 
Her darling struts on high, they say, 
But she Is broken-hearted. 
My careless pel I kiss, and kiss; 
I fondly bend abovo him, 
And count it, now, but blessed bliss 
To labor for, and love him. 
Hts muddy footprints on the stairs, 
I’ll sweep away to-morrow: 
I’d rather have ten thousand cares, 
Thun know that mother’s sorrow. 
Oh! let us learn the lesson well, 
Which seems divinely given; 
And from those homes, where dear ones dwel, 
Let frowning cloud* lit) driven. 
»Tt# strange that* we, with children blest. 
In life, so coldly chide them ; 
And only learn to lovo them best. 
When graveyard mosses hide them. 
can’t I come in your bed just for one wee 
nappie?” 
Of course Willie cuddled in beside baby 
Eddie, and in a few moments was fast 
Presently little Bell’s curly head bobbed 
in at the nursery door, and, “Mamma, is 
there room for one more?” was queried, 
scarcely above a whisper. 
“ Yes, dear ?” 
“ Then I’ll come, tool” laughed roguish 
Nell, who by this time was peeping over 
ter twin sister’s shoulder. 
By the time these were duly kissed and 
tucked in, baby was awake; and perceiving 
his brother by his side, nestled toward him 
and gently patted his cheek till Willie 
opened his sleepy eyes, smiled, exchanged 
kisses, and, without speaking a word, threw 
his arm over Frankie’s neck, and with 
their cheeks close pressed together, both 
dropped into a sweet sleep. 
Glad tears filled .the mother’s eyes as she 
ejaculated,-” God grant that their love to 
each other may ever be as beautilul and 
spontaneous!" while their aunty longed as 
never before, for nn artist’s skill, feeling that 
she would need make no draft on the nn 
a-dnation to paint a companion piece to 
“Raphael’s Angels.” Aunt Alice 
TO-MORROW. 
EVERY-DAY LIFE. 
BY LEAD PENCIL, ESQ. 
Let to-morrow take car® of to-morrow. 
Leave things of the future to Face, 
What ’9 the use to anticipate sorrow t 
Life's troubles come never too late. 
It to hope overmuch be an error, 
>Tls one that the wise have preferred; 
And how often have hearts been In terror 
Of evtls that—never occurred. 
Let to-morrow take earn of to-morrow, 
Permit not suspicion and care, 
With invisible bonds to enchain thee, 
But bear whim God gives thee to bear. 
By HU spirit Mipportud a* 11 * jUcUlenea, 
Be ne'er by forebodings deterred; 
But think lo.w oft heurts have been saddened 
By fears of what—never occurred. 
Let* to-morrow take care of to-morrow ; 
Short and dark though our life may appear, 
Wo may make It still shorter by sorrow, 
Still darker by folly and fear. 
Half our troubles are all our Invention , 
And how often, from blessings conferred, 
Have we shrunk in the wild apprehension 
Of evils that never occurred. 
ICha rle8 Swain. 
selves before him in the Japanese fashion. 
The landlady, on her knees, awaits the or¬ 
ders of the gentleman for whom a repast ap¬ 
pears to he ready in one ot the adjoining 
rooms. 
Prof. Pum felly’s reception in one of 
them is thus described: 
n \y W ere received iu the same manner 
that is usual among Japanese; the landlady 
came first, and, kneeling, touched the tlooi 
with her forehead, hoped we were well and 
had a pleasant Journey; then came a re¬ 
markably handsome waitress^ who, after 
much bowing and many polite questions, 
went out for refreshments. First, coulec- 
tiouery were brought it, (for in Japan this 
precedes everything else,) and, after that, 
soup, boiled rice, eggs, seaweed and stewed 
clams. If I had previously any prejudice 
against Oriental cooking, it vanished with 
that dinner, and never returned, not even in 
the heart of China. Two really pretty and 
graceful girls waited on us as though we had 
been Japanese officers, even to lighting for 
us the tiny pipes of fragrant tobacco.” 
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abbafl) Stalling. 
DIVINE COMPASSION. 
Long since, a dream of Heaven I nad, 
And still the vision liuuuts mil oft, 
I see the »alot« in white rob«» clad, 
The martyrs with their palms uloft, 
But hearing still in niWWlo-song 
The cet»s<d®38 fllssonmio® of wrong, 
And shrinking, with hid faces, from the strain 
Of sad. breeching eyes, full of remorse and pain. 
The glad song falters to a wall, 
The harping sinks to u low lament, 
Before tile still nnllfted veil 
I see the crowned foreheads bent, 
Making more sweet the heavenly air 
With breathings of unaelllkh prayer, 
And a voice sayeth : *• O pity! O pity which la pain, 
A love that weeps, mi up my sufferings which re¬ 
main. 
•* gholl souls hy me redeemed refuse 
To share my sorrow In their turn. 
Or, siu forgiven, toy gift abuse 
Of pence, with selfish unconcern. 
Has saintly ease no pitying euro. 
lias faith no work and love no prayer, 
While sin remains, the souls in darkness dwell, 
Can Heaven Itself he Heaven and look unmoved 
on bell ? ” 
THE REMEDY. 
my using 
and “ fe- 
A woman objected, to-day, to 
the word “ female philosophers," 
male thoughts,” and asked if 1 really thought 
that, female and male thoughts diilor, saying, 
“ I cannot see why they should ; since truth 
is one, it seems they should he identical, to 
both he right.” 
n i> u t;” I replied, “a man cannot think as 
a woman. Truth may he to him very differ¬ 
ent. from the truth which she sees and be¬ 
lieves. A woman may be clothed; but a 
man is not the less clothed because lie is not. 
dressed as a woman. I have heard it said 
that there is no absolute truth. I Tow ever 
that may he, truth is always individualized. 
What one man sees, feels and thinks, he 
knows is true, another man may find it abso¬ 
lutely impossible to believe to be truth, i 
What a woman’s experiences, intuitions and 
perceptions teach her to believe to be truth, 
a man may only accept as such because <>i 
his faith in the correctness of her womanly 
experiences, intuitions and perceptions. Her 
nature is not his, but its complement; her 
experiences he can never experience; her 
methods of reasoning he can never adopt; 
her philosophies, based upon experiences pe¬ 
culiar to her sex, can never be his except by 
faith in her, her intelligence and the accu¬ 
racy of her reasoning.” 
Hence, I believe in the existence of a dis¬ 
tinct class of thoughts, which it is proper 
to call female thoughts; and philosophies, 
proper to be called female philosophies; 
and truths, which it Is proper to call female 
truths. 
A woman writes me“ I have no sym¬ 
pathy with these women agitators. 1 sup¬ 
pose you will think me obsolete in this. I 
have the old-fashioned notion about men 
and women.” 
What that “ old-fashioned notion about 
me- , and women” is she does not inform me. 
L it means that God does not intend that 
the great pool of humanity shall be stirred 
by women, as well as men, 1 do not agree at 
all. I believe that every tree brings forth 
fruit in its season; that every hud, if the 
plant is properly nourished, will become a 
blossom and a fruit; that every year has its 
seed-time and its harvest- that every era has 
its work for every human being; that God’s 
great engine is steaming on through the 
ages, carrying its freight, and that every 
punv mortal who stands on the track "ill 
be run over and crushed, and every one who 
does not get on at the stations will be left 
behind. Now, whether the women agitators 
are on the train or not, who knows? Who 
is to judge? Who is to dogmatically say 
they are not, but that they are on the track 
upon -which the engine is driving ? Let us 
wait and see. Meantime, if we are not sure 
we are on board the train, let ns get on ! 
I read this over to Eugenia just now. 
She wondered that 1 should soil my hands 
with this woman question! And Adrienne 
responded” Soil his hands indeed ! Why, 
he is washing them in holy water!” 
Such is Every-Day Life. 
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A PRETTY PICTURE. 
The following is from the pen of some 
writer unknown to us: 
“ The remedy is in your own hands,” said 
Mentor to a bright little woman, who was 
slowly and by imperceptible degrees chang¬ 
ing into a machine. “ I know your house¬ 
hold cares are numerous and perplexing. I 
know the. babies are many and the hours of 
leisure few. 1 know that the royal line ot 
Bridget rules you with a rod of iron. Nev¬ 
ertheless, what must he will be. And you 
must make a strong, bold, independent effort 
to assert against all depressing circumstances 
your individual, womanly identity. Give 
that which is best and noblest in you a little 
light and air, and nourishment, and your 
mirror will soon tell you—and move plainly 
still your husband's face—that the old beauty 
has come back. Promise me that you will 
give a half hour a day to your old readings." 
The young wife promised, and afterwaul 
confessed the result. Worn out with the 
trials of nursery and kitchen, she took up 
1 Miss Mitfoud’S letters, only because she 
I had promised, her distorted mind still lingei- 
hig on her work • basket, with little 1 1 a mu s 
embroidered frock; but in five minutes time 
and place bad changed, and she was inter¬ 
ested, absorbed, happy. When the clock 
struck the half hour, she came from another 
world back to her own, refreshed ami in¬ 
vigorated. The effort she had made to take 
Inn- mind out of the old routine, and give it 
something new and fresh, was of the great¬ 
est advantage to her. At* the corresponding 
hour the next day she happened to be talk¬ 
ing nothings with a friend. Blie bravely re¬ 
called her promise, and went, a little vexed 
by being bound with promises, to her room, 
to be again absorbed and delighted. In 
spite of obstacles she read regularly every 
day, lengthening the time for study by 
ANECDOTE OF GOV- MORROW. 
A writer in the Farmers’ Chronicle, quite 
a long time ago, related this anecdote ot one 
of Ohio’s best Governors “ On one occa¬ 
sion an officer from one of the Eastern Stales 
came to Columbus as the agent, iu an im¬ 
portant. criminal case. The Governor was 
on his farm in a distant* county, and as the 
case admitted of no delay the agent went 
post haste to find him. Arrived at the old 
mansion lie asked for Gov. Morrow A 
lady directed luin to the barn. Feeling that 
he was being humbugged the man went un¬ 
der protest as directed. He found two men 
busy with a load of hay, one pitching to the 
mow, the other stowing away. He looked 
in vain for Gov. Morrow, and a little out ot 
humor asked the man on the wagon of his 
whereabouts. 
“Tim individual addressed pitched his 
last forkful to the mow, and then taking oil 
his hat, wiping the perspiration from his 
brow, said, ‘ 1 am Gov. Morrow, what can 
1 do for you, sir.’ The agent, now sure of 
the humbug, became indignant, said ho 
SKELETON INCAS- 
wished to see Gov. Morrow on business, 
and none of his servants. The farmer de¬ 
scended from the wagon, directed 1 John to 
drive the oxen out to the meadow, assured 
the man that he was the Governor, led the 
way to the house, and being one of the best 
talkers of the clay he soon convinced the in¬ 
dignant agent, that the Governor ot Ohio 
was the right man in the right place; that he 
understood the dignity of the Gubernatorial 
chair as well as the mysteries of the hay 
mow. Years afterward 1 met this man in 
Boston, and he said that the strangest, ad¬ 
venture in his career was his meeting with 
Gov. Morrow in the barn.” 
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DOMESTIC LIFE AT THE WHITE 
HOUSE. 
Grace Greenwood, writing from Wash¬ 
ington to the Tribune, thus gossips : —“ 1 
There is a fine museum in Lima, says 
some writer, anti one can spend a day pleas¬ 
antly among its relics and curiosities. Peru 
was formerly celebrated for its mineral pro¬ 
ductions, and the assortment of these, the 
old coins and species of money, are really a 
great curiosity. Here, too, are the poiUnits 
of all the Viceroys and Incus, from the year 
1780 up to the present President. 
And huddled around the rooms, some in 
large glass cases, and some sitting ou a small 
stand or table only, are dozens of skeletons 
of the old Incas, who hurled themselves alive 
at the coming of the Spaniards, long years 
ago, as they were foolish enough to believe 
that after the Spaniards had gone away they 
would come from the ground ns fresh ns a 
toad out of a hole where lie has slept for 
twenty years. Nearly every one ot them is 
in a sitting posture, his head between bis 
hands and the knees drawn up under the 
chin, and the expression on the skeleton 
face is one of horror, strangulation, smother¬ 
ing and despair altogether. There are 
women, too, the wives of the I ncas, smothered 
alive in the same way, and dying in the same 
belief. Some of the skeleton women clutch 
skeleton babies, and it is a singular tact in 
connection with these mummies that the 
long, fine, black hair of the women streams 
from the skulls in perfect preservation. 
of a few weeks, she was rewarded by hear 
ing her husband sayWhat in the world 
have you been doing with yourself lately ? 
You’ve grown younger by ten years, within 
ns many weeks,” punctuating the sentence 
freely with kisses. 
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GOSSIPY PARAGRAPHS. 
A mother’s bed is like a mother’s heart, 
and both like the proverbial city omnibus; 
so we thought this morning as we were tip¬ 
toeing in the sick room of an invalid sister. 
Just as day dawned, little four-year-old 
Willies, who sleeps in a crib beside mam¬ 
ma’s bed, awoke, and whispered in such en¬ 
treating tones as would be very difficult for 
even a sick mother to refuse, “ Mamma, 
Two young ladies belonging to influential 
families in Hartford, are under surgical treat- 
ment for cramped and distorted feet, caused | 
by wearing the prevailing style of higli- 
lieeled boots. 
In Queen Victoria’s crown there are 1,368 
brilliant diamonds, 1,273 rose diamonds, and 
147 table diamonds, 1 large ruby, 17 sap¬ 
phires, 11 emeralds, 4 small rubies and 277 
pearls—a total of 2,186 precious stones. 
A little fellow, not more than five years 
of age, hearing some gentlemen at his fath¬ 
er’s table, discussing the familiar line, An 
honest man’s the noblest work of God, said 
he knew it wasn’t true—his mother was bet¬ 
ter than any man that was ever made. 
Young ladies at Fort Scott, Kansas, have 
met in council and resolved to furnish enter¬ 
tainments twice a week, for twenty-five cents 
a head, to young men who may he stopping 
there wit lino friends or acquaintances. The 
ladies argue that this will keep them out of 
, mischief. 
■ Miss Abbie WniXNEKY, in a letter from 
Paris not long since, said:—“I saw at the 
opera the Princess Alice, daughter of Queen 
Victoria. She is very plain and homely. 
She wore a low-necked, white silk dress, 
trimmed in blue. She had chestnut curls, 
and wore a blue feataer and a few diamonds 
in her hail’; a diamond necklace glistened 
about her throat. Her shoulders are not 
pretty, and her back, which was visible half¬ 
way to the waist, is ugly.” 
think it ought to ho known, for it is a good 
thing to know, that the domestic life of the 
.. . President of the United States is singularly 
economizing time in other directions one j atK i beautiful—a noble example for 
book giving place to another—till, at the end | Auu . ric!lu homes. I have this from the best 
authority — from friends who have ot late 
been guests at. the While House, and who, 
day after day, have been witnesses ot the 
harmony and loving kindness of its inmates 
unspoiled, by prosperity, flattery, fame and 
power. That White House stands like a 
light-house, surged about by a sea of hungry 
office-seeking, and more hungry curiosity— 
but what privacy they can secure is doubly 
sweet to that merry and affectionate family 
circle, who find nothing better in their ex¬ 
alted position, in State dinners, balls, and 
receptions, than the dear old love that unit- 
ed them in their home on the Western 
prairies, and which they wisely brought 
a lon* r with them, as their chief household 
.rod. No one can deny to the President and 
his wile rare propriety and evenness of man¬ 
ner, alike without a touch of arrogance or 
superciliousness. Under their marvelously 
changed condition of life, remaiu yet the 
real man and the real woman, marvelously 
unchanged. This is a difficult topic to treat 
of just here, where genuine old-fashioned 
hero-worship gives way to sycophantic sub¬ 
serviency or blind party animosity, and 
where honest, respectful loyalty toward 
rulers and magistrates, ‘ and all having au¬ 
thority over us,’ is ‘ an exploded idea.’ ” 
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COMMON PRETENSES. 
Ralph Waldo Emerson, in his new 
volume, entitled “Society and Solitude,” 
thus strongly expresses himself:—“I hate 
this shallow Americanism which hopes to 
get rich by credit, to get knowledge by raps 
on midnight tables, to learn the economy of 
thi> mind by phrenology, or skill without 
study, or mastery without apprenticeship, 
or the sale of goods through pretending that, 
they sell, or power through making believe 
you are powerful, or through a packed jury 
or caucus, bribery and “ repeating” votes, 
or wealth by fraud. They think they have 
got it, but they have got-someth ing else—a 
cr i me which calls lor another crime, and an¬ 
other devil behind that; these arc steps to 
suicide, infamy, and the banning of' man¬ 
kind. We countenance each other in tins 
life of show, puffing, advertisement, and 
manufacture of public opinion; and excel¬ 
lence is lost sight of in the hunger for sudden 
performance and praise. 
Than through tho GftteBof Pain, 1 ilream, 
A wind of Hruvanblows coldly in v 
Fainter the awful discords seem, 
The smoke of torment «rnw* more thin. 
Tears quench the horning soil, and thence 
Spring sweet, pule flows of penitence. 
And through tho dreary nmlnin of man's despair. 
Star-crowned,an angel walks, and to! God’s hope 
In there. 
In It a dream 1 Is Heaven so higr. 
That pity cannot breathe Its air, 
Its happy eyes forever dry. 
Its holy Ups without, a prayer ? 
My God my God! IX thither led 
By Thy free (trace, unmerited. 
No crown or palm be mine, but let mo keep 
A heart tliul still oau feel, and eyes that still cun 
weep, [John G . Whitticv. 
SPRING SPIRITUALIZED. 
The following, which we clip from the 
Christian Union, is uprose poem, and a short 
but timely sermon : 
Grow in Grace. —A new look is dawning 
on the face of Mother Earth. She seems in 
these spring days to he listening to the birds, 
and through the sere brown veil from which 
the snow has melted, to he breakiug into a 
smile of joy for her own returning of life 
and of welcome to them. A nd there are other 
sounds that she hears as her face grows 
brighter. The swollen brooks are rejoicing 
on their way, and growing clearer as they 
run to their own sweet music. The south 
winds which remind us of all the bygone 
summers, the scenes, the friends and the 
very thoughts that they enshrine, arc touch¬ 
ing the trees above, while the sap begins to 
stir them from below, and the buds aic grop¬ 
ing for sunshine. 
Tlrti voice of God is in the garden as truly 
as of old. But now we should not run from 
Him but. to Him. Why should we fear Him 
like Adam, when Christ has taught us to say 
“Our Father?” Has our religion had its 
winter? Have we grown formal, sapless, 
cold and dead ? Do wo lack in sympathy, 
patience, hope, faith and charity ? Have wc 
the name without* the thing, the form with¬ 
out the substance, the dead profession with¬ 
out tlu: living Christ ? Let. Nature’s revival 
make us long to have spring in our homes. 
May God see us yearning and growing up¬ 
ward; and may the smallest flowers and 
blades of domestic virtue and affection, cov¬ 
ered although they have been with the clust 
and the frost of selfishness and indifference— 
make the household fragrant and beauteous 
under the smiling of God! 
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t^panese restaurant. 
Prof. Pumpklly :,aya that a tea-house, 
SOCIAL CURIOSITIES. 
You can’t prevent the birds ot sadness 
from flying over your head, but you may 
prevent them from stopping to build their 
nests there. . 
“Have you not, mistaken the pew, sir t 
blandly said a Sunday Chesterfield to a stran¬ 
ger who entered it. “ I beg pardon,” said 
the intruder, rising to go out, “ I fear I have; 
I took it. for a Christian’s.” 
To be a woman of fashion is one ot the 
easiest things in the world. A late writer 
thus describes it:—“Buy everything you 
don’t want and pay for nothing you get; 
smile on all mankind but your husband; he 
happy everywhere but at home.” 
There is a curious Chinese proverb which 
says, “ In a cucumber field do not stop to tie 
your shoe; and under a plum tree do not 
wait to settle jrtmr cap on your head;” which 
means, if you do, some one may think you 
are stealing the cucumbers or the plums. 
Here, Alfred, is an apple. Divide it po¬ 
litely with your little sister." “ How shall 1 
divide it, politely, mamma?” “ Give the 
larger part to tho other person, my child.” 
ternally from the tea-houses frequented hy 
the middle classes, its only peculiarity being 
somewhat greater space, and a more formal 
and ceremonious attendance upon the guests. 
In this class the gentleman who enters is 
met in the gallery by the landlady and her 
chief female attendants, wlo prostrate tliem- 
Put down that pipe directly, sir, or I’ll box 
your ears for you.” Junior brother, who has 
been smoking Box my ears if you dare! 
I’ll go and tell pa you let Cousin Jack kiss 
you twice behind the door yesterday. N. 
B.—A truce was agreed upon. 
THE LIGHT OF LIFE. 
The Rev. John Ker very truly says : 
“ If happiness he the end of life, as some 
would tell us, life in this world is a great and 
manifest failure. But if it be something 
more,—if it be to train the soul in reverence, 
and faith, and obedience to God,— then, with 
much, that is dark, we have some light 
on our way through the terrible mysteries 
which surround us. Let us pursue our way 
with this guide,‘My prayer to the God of 
my life,’ humbly trusting in and following 
Him who struggled in the deepest darkness 
for us. 
“ Be sure that they who follow him must 
come to the light of life. If we have, mean¬ 
while, day, we shall have that loving kind¬ 
ness which makes it doubly bright, and in 
the deepest night we shall not be hopeless, 
but cherish that.‘song in the night’which 
comes as ‘ when a holy solemnity is kept,’ 
(Isaiah xxx., 29,)—a deep resignation to the 
Supreme will, that waits for the morning, 
which must come assure as there is a God,— 
and for melodies, which shall not be low in 
the heart, but loud and joyful ou the tongue, 
for ‘ those that dwell in the dust shall awake 
and sing.’ ” 
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There is not a single member of a single 
church, male or female, young or old, rich or 
poor, hut should be engaged in personal 
efforts for the conversion of souls. Our army 
may as rationally leave the battle to be fought 
by the officers alone, as tho Church leave 
the conversion of the world to the ministers 
of the Gospel. Indeed, it is a fundamental 
error to consider it a mere ministerial work. 
